you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

really i want the internet

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

I Write Goodbye Letter

December 2025

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

you have a beautiful account btw

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

division of reality is straying away from it

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.